I didn't forget.
In fact this little blog and its proclamations of fatty defiance kept me going some days and trying most days. there was one day when I wanted to completely give up, but I knew I just couldn't because I would be just too ashamed to face my 15 followers with the news that I had fizzled out so quickly.
Fizzle I did not. But almost.
See...There's this little thing called emotional eating.
*raises hand* Guilty as charged.
When things begin to get rough, the very first thing I want to do is run into the safe embrace of my refrigerator doors.
I had been doing quite well at my healthy eating this week. It had been really difficult to get any exercise routines in (besides the one half hour of playing Just Dance Wii with the kids that I am TOTALLY counting as exercise) but I had been eating healthy. Very little sugar. Decreased carbs. Lots of fruits and veggies and water.
Then Friday came and I got some rough news.
What was the first thing I did?
Well, after crying a bit, I scarfed down a Milky Way Midnight, my very favorite candy bar.
I don't know why that seemed like a logical thing to do or something that would make me feel better, because immediately after I felt...broken. I had lost some sort of control I had gained over the past couple of days.
The gate had been opened.
The rest of they day I also consumed pizza, three sodas, and a few other unhealthy things.
I felt defeated. One little candy bar David took out this Not-so Jolly Green Giant.
When I weighted myself the next day and saw my weight loss had not been as dramatic as I had hoped (Hmm...pizza, soda, chocolate...Oh My!) I had the nagging thought to totally give up and just resign to being fat forever.
But then I thought of this blog.
Can't do it.
I've got an audience now that's keeping me true to my word.
So...Thanks for following, thanks for spurring me on, thanks for making me embarrassed enough to keep going out of pure shame.
P.S. I have had a couple of people say they want to join me. Honestly, it takes me everything I have just to watch out for my own weight loss progress. I don't have the energy or time to host any kind of "Biggest Loser" contest. Not yet. A little friendly competition would be...good. But I'm not sure how to construct it without getting too overwhelmed or going overboard. Any ideas?
P.P.S. I am down 3 pounds this week. Nothing to write home about, but nothing to scoff at either.
P.P.S.S. I am rededicated today. Exercise, water, and limited calories. On to a better, candy-bar-less week 2!